User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Klitchette II/@comment-1148677-20100604173359

''dodges out of Blair and Lena's sight, before slipping off into the woodlands. Her eyes become slits and she darts about in zig-zags, covering her trail carefully as she goes. Stops in front of a massive oak (not Brockhall, I repeat, not Brockhall) and sings quietly, ears twitching every which way.''